Usher Reviews – Old Blind Dogs

My first impression of this group was that they played cooler, more upbeat versions of Dougie Maclean’s acoustic tracks. The sort of music that seems to resonate through the ages, incorporating a celtic past and present of the rugged beauty in the highlands (cliche).

My second impression was that, while they are all clearly excellent, experienced musicians, and have a natural stage presence, they aren’t the most wonderful of singers. I mean, Aaron Jones on bouzouki and guitar was quite good, but Jonny Hardie, co-founder of the band back in 1929 (or thereabouts), should maybe stick with the fiddle. His voice wasn’t that bad, more the type of thing you hear round a beach campfire in October.

There was also the sense that the gig was rather hurried: the piper, Ali Hutton, appeared to me like he was doing too much. Playing multiple instruments is impressive, and the different sounds definitely add to the feel for a lot of the music, but when the musician on stage is switching between instruments for every track, or even several times per track, it just looks hurried and unrelated. The three others on stage looked much more relaxed compared to Hutton rushing around, preparing his pipes and flutes. Their ‘between-song-banter’ also had an unpractised, awkward feel about it.

Donald Hay is the fourth and final member of the band, the percussionist. I found the drums a strange mix of interesting (in a positive way) and annoying (in a negative way), but I’m unsure if it wasn’t a fault with the sound system. I find that traditional Scots music has such a natural rhythm and beat to it that drums are often not needed, perhaps also because of the need to bang your feet on the ground and twirl around in a circle, and for Old Blind Dogs I felt this also rang true. The drums were too loud, too invasive with the other layers of sound. I can definitely see what all the other descriptions and reviews mean by ‘dynamic percussion’, and I can see where they were going with the almost modern beats, but for me it was too jarring and heavy, it wasn’t needed.

I do believe that there must have been a issue with the sound, however, as after the interval  found the drums much softer and complimentary. My only complaints during the second half was Ali Hutton’s constant switching around on stage, and the use of a tambourine, which I can’t not associate with primary school sing-a-longs.

I’ve ended up writing a rather negative review, but I really did enjoy Old Blind Dogs. They were lively and talented, and had some deeply beautiful songs amongst the jiving foot-tapping ones. I definitely recommend them if you’re a fan of this type of music: they definitely give that something extra to the traditional, celtic, fiddle and pipe music. The only thing me and the other ushers were questioning, was why are they called Old Blind Dogs?

Usher Reviews – Liane Carroll & Brian Kellock

I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time now, since I got a job as an Usher last October, as I am now getting to see lots of free shows and I wanted to share some of the truly wonderful ones (as well as some of the truly terrible ones).

Unfortunately, most recently they have either been truly truly terrible, or I have been on an ‘out’ position and I can’t write a review of the tiny sound coming out of the speaker in the hallway.

So my first review as an Usher is a of a gig where I wasn’t even working, in a venue which I don’t even work at, but which was so utterly amazing it feels like the right thing to write for my very first published Usher Review.

Last night, I went with my mum and my friend to see the jazz singer, Liane Carroll and jazz pianist, Brian Kellock. Words cannot describe.

It was an immense treat to see these two great artists perform together, especially as it was a free performance in the most friendly and social Jazz Venue, Whighams Wine Cellar, and my mums friend had the foresight to book a table and had spare seats right at the very front for us. It was one of the most crowded times I had been in Whighams, and included a great mix of regulars, old fans, and young people (including myself, I guess).

And wow! Again, I cannot think of the right words to describe these two. Both outstanding on their own, they worked together like the moon and stars, shining ever brighter. That’s a terrible description, but I was blown away by the very first song and am still feeling starstruck over fifteen hours later.

I beg of you, if you are a jazz fan and are ever presented with the opportunity to see Liane Carroll live, then do so. And with Brian Kellock. And if they’re performing together, then you’d better drop everything or else I don’t know what I’m going to have to do.

Liane is such a lovely character, absolutely adorable and completely hilarious, and she seemed like the biggest fan of Brian in the room.

Their last two numbers have stuck with me the most; first was a version of Tom Waits’ Take It With Me, which had everyone tearing up, and lastly was Bye Bye Blackbird, fitting for Whighams as I have heard someone sing it almost every time I visit.

This was yet another moment in my life for which I feel immensely privileged and grateful to have lived through. I know this is a short and not-very-detailed review, but all I can really say in response to last night is: Wow!

What I learned at XpoNorth

My dream of being a fiction writer is a quiet one. Although authors nowadays are expected to have a personality, a media presence, a charismatic skill at promoting ones own work, it is still largely a quiet profession. There are long hours of reading and researching and sitting in secluded corners of cafes frantically scribbling in a notebook or typing in a netbook (at least that’s what I do).

My dream of being a writer has developed from my love of stories, and of course stories can come from multiple different mediums. So for almost as long as I have wanted to write, I have wanted to work for television. A far more active and social way to express stories.Read More »

Dream – 12th May 2016

This dream was dreamt in the early hours of the morning while I was feeling horribly ill and dehydrated and as such it was possibly trying to comfort me in some way. It was quite hallucinatory and very sentimental for myself towards the end.

I dreamt I was partying with angels that had most likely fallen from heaven. They appeared to be in the bodies of everyday women, mostly in their thirties or forties, from various different backgrounds, and seemed confused as to whether they were actually humans or actually angels. Perhaps they were neither, or both? Read More »

A Poetic Finish

Wow! I am done with university! Handed in my last essay ten days ago, actually, just been sending off applications and browsing through jobs and generally having a bit of a holiday. The day after I handed my last essay in I got one of those facebook memory notifications telling me that four years ago I had just heard that I’d been accepted into Edinburgh University! That’s a pretty poetic round-up, doncha think?Read More »

Almost finished Uni…

Been riding a low-but-constant stream of stress and panic the past few weeks whilst getting my dissertation and philosophy essay done. I began to feel, in the middle of writing my philosophy essay, that I perhaps shouldn’t have taken it as a subject. My worst marks are in philosophy and although I enjoy the classes I am always struggling with the essays. With philosophy I also get that thing where when I work really hard at an essay I get a really terrible mark and when I throw something together last minute I end up getting a much (slightly) better mark. So yeah, every other sentence I would stop and think ‘what is the point?’

Handed my dissertation in a couple weeks ago, printed on normal university paper and stapled together by the EngLit Office Secretary because I was that last minute. Handed in my philosophy essay a couple days ago with a few minutes spare so also last minute (although to be fair I had taken a two hour break before finishing up my references). Now I have just one more essay which we have all been given an extension for and it’s the essay which I have actually been looking forward to (nerd) so hopefully the next week will be somewhat relaxing.

… except I’ve gone and challenged myself to the NaNoWriMo 5k 1 week challenge. Where you write 5k in one week, if that wasn’t clear. Starts tomorrow, I better get an idea quick!

Quick Writing Snippets – ‘Shoes’

Her feet were bare.

At first they thought she hadn’t any shoes; she was dressed in a tiny slip of a thing that could have been a dress, could have been a nightgown, with bare legs and no underwear, and had clearly been dragged across the wet grass. Their first thought had been a fight turned ugly at home. There were too many cases like those – hospitalisations and much worse just because some guy couldn’t keep his temper under control. So it would make sense if there were no shoes.

A search was ordered anyway. I circled the area round the trees, glancing my torch off of roots and unopened flower heads. My heart sank as I heard the calls from behind me; someone had found a pair of tights, almost disintegrated in the wet grass; then a pair of bloodied knickers, a scattering of objects obviously from a spilled handbag. And then I saw them: a pale blue to match the silvery fabric she wore, heels almost two inches high, both unbroken, sitting innocently in the grass as if someone had placed them deliberately.

 

(Another quick passage written before our food arrived in Nando’s. I spent two minutes staring at my boyfriend as he scribbled away while I was totally stuck for ideas, and then wrote this in another two minutes and it ended up being twice as long as his even though we ended at the same time)